Sarah reclined in her computer chair, staring at the ceiling. Her sister had been out with friends at a party, and had assured her she'd be back by morning. It was now 3 in the afternoon, and she was running out of ways to cover for her sister. Her mother was getting skeptical, and her father was getting angry. This was the second time Mariah had done this to her, and she was somewhat worried. She ran a hand through her hair, huffing in exasperation. She heard the phone ring in the hallway, and her mother answered it with a confused "Who is this?" Frankly, Sarah wasn't really interested so she put her headphones in, her iPod on shuffle, and tuned her mother out.
The only thing keeping her sane was Simon. His ideas fascinated her, and though she tried to play it off she was really interested in them. She wished she had the creativity and flow that he did. She hoped that he'd write a book and get it famous someday. She jumped at her phone vibrating in her hand, reading his text with a smile.
"I really don't mind listening to you, but I'm worried. Mariah still hasn't come home, and I've had no contact from her since she left last night."